We were told that he would likely have eczema for life.
A life of steroids daily - or at minimum applied 2-3 times per week.
A year of antibiotics if things didn’t improve.
Bleach baths with White King.
And if his skin got worse… wet dressings and hospital stays.
But the worst part was…
And I was beginning to feel like they were right.
That he would have eczema for life.
That this would just be his future.
Being the one who was different and picked on by other kids for his eczema skin and food allergies.
Not being able to ever go to the beach because the heat and the sand and the sea flared up his skin so bad.
Forever eating chicken, rice and pears because they were the only foods he didn’t react to.
Feeling isolated and lonely on his journey, always uncomfortable in his own skin - literally.
This. Broke. My. Heart.
And the diagnosis of eczema (and allergies) came as a complete surprise to my husband and I because we didn’t have eczema or allergies ourselves.
- Steroids for life scared me.
- Antibiotics for a year frightened the crap out of me.
Wouldn’t there be side-effects and consequences for his health longer-term?
There was so much conflicting information from doctors, medication package inserts, pharmacists, other health professionals and the internet.
After 16 months of trialling different 3 different diets, 15+ different creams and spending over $3150 on 12 different specialists… we were only a little bit closer to better skin.
After all that wasted effort, time and money… well you know what, I was heartbroken.
It just didn’t make sense either.
I’d done everything I’d been told I was supposed to do.
But by focusing on this scatter-gun approach, jumping at any miracle solution and always second guessing myself…